Bony Moronie

I got a girl named Bony Moronie, She's as skinny as a stick of macaroni, Ought to see her rock 'n' roll with her blue jeans on, She's not very fat just skin and bone. But I love her, she loves me, All are happy now we can be, Making love underneath the apple tree. I told her mama and her papa too, Just exactly what I want to do, I want to get married on a night in June, And rock and roll by the light of a silvery moon, And I love her, she loves me, All are happy now we can be, Making love underneath the apple tree. She's my one and only, she's my heart's desire, She's a real upsetter, she's a real live wire, Everybody turns when my baby walks by, She's something to see, she really catches the eye. That's why I love her, she loves me, All are happy now we can be, Making love underneath the apple tree. That's why I love her, she loves me, All are happy now we can be, Making love underneath the apple tree.